moment, he vowed eternal enmity to all their race! "Their souls are strangers to pity," thought he; "they feel not for the calamities of others, therefore let them perish, and let their crimes rest upon their heads." But as soon as they made signals of urgent distress, his gene. rous nature melted into compassion. "Thave not another Yarro now to lose," recollected he-my own existence is not worth preserving-but shall I see my fellow creatures perish, and not extend a hand to save them? No! if they are ignorant and ungrateful, I will teach them by my example to be generous and merciful. With this be assembled his friends, who joined to aid the crew, and draw the boat up into a place of safety. Amidst this scene of terror and confusion, a female of his own complexion, drenched with wet, and ready to perish, with uplifted hands implored assistance. Ŏrra rushed forward, and had the felicity to snatch from the jaws of fate his beloved Yarro! All the mingled passions overwhelmed their souls; for awhile they were unable to express their feelings, but by mutual silence and tears! When rapture had adinitted of explanation, he learnt from the lips of Yarro, that his former perfidious guests having watched the opportunity, put in at the back of the island, while Orra was waiting their arrival on the opposite shore; they reached the hut ir his absence, forced away their defenceless victim, and conveyed her ou board their ship. On the second day a storm arose, the vessel struck on a rock, and every soul save Yarro and another perished. These were picked up by the boat of another ship. In a few days after, this vessel was likewise overtaken by a storm, and distressed for fresh water, and under the directions of Yarro, they sent off their boat to this part of the island in quest of that essential article, where she again fell into the hands of her beloved Orra. Such, and so mysterious are the dispensations of Providence!-that virtue and humanity should frequently find their own reward in the act of rendering good for evil; and that vice and jugratitude should meet their own punishment, even in the accomplishment of their wishes! W. H.. THE BIRTH OF BURNS-A DRAMATIC SCRAP. And wear thou this," she solemn said, And like a passing thought, she fled Burns. SCENE-A Room in a small Hut; a Child lying in Nature. Sisters, sisters, come away; Make it your peculiar care. Nature. Your wreathes around his temples twine, Fancy. Mother of charms! immortal queen! Sweet babe, thou fair pledge of an innocent love! And sweet is the scent of the hawthorn at e'en; And dear are their charms to the bard's pensive bosom, As, wrapt in delight, he exales the bright scene: But dearer, far dearer to me shall't thou be, Through my vales thy sweet numbers shall echo and chime; No charm that I boast shall be premier to thee; We'll hail thee the chief of the kings o' Scot's rhyme. Muses. Ever vieing, never dying, Never cease t' exalt his name. Graces. Heaven regard our rustic bard, Candour sound his future fame. Muses. Seraphic lyre! lend your fire; Let the warbling lute complain.* Graces. Love and Pleasure, yield your treasure; Pleasure. If the sunshine of Fancy, the bliss of the The heartfelt desire for glory and fame; If these shall have power thy soul to infuse, Let the thunder of Fortune, of Envy, and Scorn, [They all vanish. Melancholy advances.] Mel. O work celestial! incomplete, unfinished;-yet so fair! 'Tis mine to blast thy rose of fertile bloom; Mine to o'erwhelm thy hope with grim despair, Thus in thy soul I pour my baneful breath: Nature. Ah! sad destruction to our native babe! [They all strike Melancholy with their wands; she wreathes as expiring.] • Pope C. S. AMWELL. MANY great men have signalized their love of the country by describing the beauties of the district in which they resided, and thus rendering it interesting to the sentimental traveller. Amwell, a quiet village, two miles from Ware, in Hertfortshire, is principally celebrated for a beautiful estate called Amwell-Bury, laid out with much taste by a late Mr. Scott. Here he constructed a curious grotto, which he thus describes in his elegantly written poem, called "Amwell." Where China's willow hangs its foliage fair, And wide the prospect o'er the vale extends, Amwell boasts also of having had amongst its inhabitants, Mr. Hoole, the translator of Tasso, and Mr. Walton, the angler; the scene of his "Angler's Dialogues" is the vale of Lee, between Tottenham and Ware : he particularly mentions Amwell Hill. PONT Y CYSSLLTE, LLANGOLLEN. ERTAINLY there is not in the dominions of Great Britain a lovelier spot than the one now before the reader,--the Bridge over the Dee, and Canal of Ellesmere, at Chirk, Llangollen. The town of Llangollen in itself is insignificant, being placed in a particularly small dale, and environed with huge mountains. On one of them, a little above the town, are the remains of Castle Caer Dinas Brân, or Crow Castle, supposed to have been founded by Brennus, the Gaulic general: the mountain river Brân, runs at the foot of the hill. The Dee, from the bridge at Llangollen, is a striking object, raging furionsly down the broad, solid rock, for a considerable space. From this place the prospect is really enchanting; the aqueduct of Chirk immediately in front; the peculiar richness of the valley, intersected on every side by water, in all its variety of forms, from the foaming torrent, to the silent and gentle flowing stream. A more bewitching or picturesque landscape cannot be conceived. The famous Aqueduct, which was formed for conveying the water over the river Dee, and the vale of Llangollen, was built in the year 1795, at the expence of the nobility and gentry of the adjacent counties. It is supported by columns of immense thickness; several of those which stand in the bed of the river, are more than one hundred feet in height. NO. XIII. |